I offered him my 'services'

He took a breath, then asked, "You ehm... work here every night?"
I smiled and nodded, "Yes, well, except for most Mondays and Tuesdays."
He took another deeper breath, then asked, "Do you ehm... do ehm... other things too?"
I nodded slowly, bent over the counter towards him and lowered my voice, "That depends on what you want and how much you're paying."
He grabbed the bagged bottle from the counter and fumbled with the paper bag, then whispered, "Can you ehm... come to me home after work?" then he quickly added, "Not me mum's place!"
I considered it for a moment then said, "Sure, but it'll be $100 per hour. Where do you live?"
His eyes widened a little, "A hundred? That's a lot!"
I smiled as sweetly as possible, "All-in."
"Oh, okay," he clenched the bottle against him, "Ehm... I live on Lesbos Lane. The ehm... place with the red Karin Rebel off-road, my car, in front of it. Hard to miss."
I nodded, "Sure, how about 9am?"
He shook his head, "10?"
I smiled, "See you at 10 then."
"See ya," he said and rushed out of the store.

After I heard him driving away I chuckled, that was easy. As I put his money in the till, I realised I had forgotten to give him his $5 change. I put it in my purse with the intention to give it to him later. I went back to the fridge and continued the cleaning. When I was almost finished with the last one, I heard someone coming in.

"Hey Lisa," I heard John calling out, "where you at?"
I stood up and looked in the direction of the door to the back, "Cleaning the fridges, almost done."
"Great job," he said as he approached me.
After finishing the last shelf and finally the door, I closed the fridge and got ready to pick up the bucket. He grabbed my hips as I bent over and thrust his groin against my bottom, "Such a fine ass you have, Lisa."
"Thanks, I guess," I said and he ground his member against me. I felt one of his hands move up along my side towards my breast, "I better clean this up, John."
"Ehm... Yeah, yeah, okay," he said and I stepped out of his grasp, then headed into the back.
I emptied the bucket in the sink and heard the register print out the totals for the night. I washed my hands and returned to the store.
"Not a bad night, eh?" he said when he saw me.
I shrugged, "It was okay."
"As long as you don't get too bored," he said, "it's hard enough to get someone for the nights."
I shook my head, "No, it's fine. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my purse and moved away from behind the counter. He gave my ass a quick grope before I headed to the exit.
"See you tomorrow, John," I said and got in my car.

It wasn't far to my home, but I didn't like to go to work on foot in the dark. I wouldn't have minded to walk back though, the mornings were usually nice in Sandy Shores. As I got inside my trailer I went onto my knees in the kitchen, reached inside the far back of one of the cupboards and got my little safety box out, put my money inside and placed it back. Carefully placing the pots and pans back on top and in front of it. Then I got up, went to the bedroom and took off all my clothes, then took a quick shower.

When I got out while still drying myself, I went back to my bedroom and sat down. As I looked down between my legs, an idea struck me. I went back into the shower and carefully shaved my sex completely. I used my hand mirror to check the results and giggled soft, while I didn't prefer to be shaven, I knew a lot of guys liked it. I plucked a stray hair and went to the bedroom. I dug in the drawer of my night stand and found the body oil I was looking for. Carefully I applied it to my bare snatch, rubbing it carefully over my folds and every bit around them. I moaned soft, it felt great. My fingers ended on my nub, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me. I lay back, spreading my legs while rubbing a little more oil onto my sex. I traced three fingers along my folds, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. My hips began to gyrate as my arousal built rapidly. While this was great, I wanted more and reached into the drawer, fumbled around until I felt my trusty vibrator. I turned it on at a relatively low speed and dragged it between my folds while I moved a finger back onto my clit. As I rubbed my clit I slowly pushed the vibrator into my entrance, letting its tip send wonderful vibrations through my pelvic muscles before pushing it further into me. I started to make small thrusts into me with it and soon enough I was rocking my hips in delight and moaning loud. Within moments I came, shudders coursing from my hips up into my body, the waves of my climax overtaking me as my body jerked in pleasure. Then I fell limp and slowly dozed off with the hum of the vibrator in the background.

I woke up with a jolt a little later, the vibrator had slipped out of me and was still humming. I turned it off, then wiped it clean with my towel and put it back in the drawer. I also wiped the excessive oil from my sex along with some of my juices, then picked out a pair of red lace panties along with a matching bra. Then I checked the time on my phone and sighed with relief that it wasn't 10am yet. I put on a black cotton skirt and a top with spaghetti straps which showed off my cleavage just enough without being slutty. I decided on black strapped sandal heels and grabbed my purse. I got in my car and drove to the 24-7.

As I paid for the pack of condoms I had asked for, I felt a hand on my ass and a voice saying, "Hmmm, I'd like a piece of that."
I turned around and as he spotted the box of condoms in my hand he laughed, "Oh you're ready for some action, I see."
The guy -probably late 30's or early 40's- was wearing a tank with the "Penetrators" logo on it.